Chapter 22 Taobao in Wasteland 2

"Aunt Xu." Feng Qingxue called out, and then said, "Call me Qingxue."

"Hey!" Aunt Xu responded, her eyes red, "My girl, Qingxue, I don't want anything else, just food, bring coarse and fine food. Even if I can't exchange it, my old friends have a lot of it. We are a bunch of old guys, all of us are struggling to survive, and every household needs food to save their lives."

"I understand, I understand." Aunt Xu's identity determines her circle of friends. Her old friends are either capitalists, or scholars, big landlords, etc., and they are all bad.

"There are still many good people in this world! Look, I met you today." Aunt Xu sighed.

Feng Qingxue smiled slightly, "Aunt Xu, I have been dealing in food for many years, and I don't usually go around the city. I want to ask where I can get old furniture, old doors and windows and other things."

Now the house is bare, I have to install doors and windows, get a bed and tables and chairs.

Hearing Feng Qingxue's question, Aunt Xu was stunned, but she quickly reacted.

"My daughter, if you want to get old furniture, go to the scrap collection station. In recent years, the things in our homes have been smashed and burned except for those that cannot support national construction. The rest are either handed over to the state or flow into the scrap station. Of course, there are also people who want to sell these old things in the second-hand market for food, but it is not as cost-effective as the scrap station."

At this point, Aunt Xu thought for a moment and whispered: "My daughter, I can see that you have good eyesight. If your family background is good and you have a place to hide things without being discovered, go to the scrap station and the second-hand market. You have food in your hand, what good things can't you buy? How many people sell things for money and can't buy food. This is an opportunity."

Feng Qingxue's expression moved and nodded.

Aunt Xu said sadly: "Gold in troubled times, antiques in prosperous times. Although it is not a troubled time now, the life is not much different. But you are young and can wait until the prosperous time comes. By then, people's living standards will improve, and they will pay attention to elegance and focus on antiques."

"I remember, Aunt."

Feng Qingxue sighed, this is really an old man with vision, no wonder the saying goes that an old man in the family is like a treasure.

Aunt Xu patted her hand, "Good girl."

The two did not dare to stay for long, and they separated after talking and went their own way.

Feng Qingxue put the bracelet into the space, and walked to the scrap collection station Aunt Xu mentioned with an empty backpack on her back.

Aunt Xu told her the addresses of the scrap collection station and the second-hand goods market, which were easy to find.

Aunt Xu's words reminded her that the cultural heritage destroyed in this era is countless.

Grandmother once said that her biggest regret in this life was to watch her home being smashed and burned, and many antiques were burned on the spot, including many books that had been lost.

Therefore, Feng Qingxue wanted to get as many antiques as possible from the scrap station.

She had space, so the storage would be safe.

Because of the policy of destroying the four olds, the scrap station had an unprecedented period of prosperity.

Their county town was not big, and there were relatively few rich people. The scrap station was not very big, but when Feng Qingxue arrived, there were still two or three flatbed trucks pulling in scraps, all of which were broken copper and iron.

There were also staff members guarding the scrap station, sitting at the door to bask in the sun, needless to say, they were still pale and thin.